No Bound (one-shot)
Title: No Bound
Author: keeconk
Characters: YabuTaro
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,691
Disclaimer: not mine.. yet..
Summary: A twenty five years old Yabu Kota encountered a twenty years old Morimoto Ryutaro in a cafe that he usually visited. The idol never expected to encounter him again at work.
A.N.: It's unbeta'ed. And it's for daichanlove's birthday present!! Hope you like it!! Yes, I managed to write a YabuTaro smut!!! It still creeps me out though, XP.
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It was just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and those days in the past. Yabu would just sit there, in the vintage looking café, with eyes staring outside the window. Work had been hard on him, being a singer and an actor in the same time literally made him lost some weight, which he thought wasn’t even possible to begin with (he was aware that he was already too skinny for the start). He shouldn’t complain, he thought. The rest of Hey!Say!BEST were definitely as tired as him. And as the leader, he had no right to show them how much everything wore him out.
“Yo~. Any order?”
Yabu looked up. He was a regular in that café, and he could literally remember almost everyone that worked there. Kind of freaky to think about it really, but he couldn’t help it. He just spent most of his free time there and it came naturally to him to remember every one of them.
“The usual,” he replied, with a smile.
The waiter didn’t look amused for some reason. Instead of writing down Yabu’s order, he went to the cashier and grabbed the menu before then passing it up to Yabu. “How the hell am I supposed to know your usual order?! Here. The menu. Now tell me what you want,” he frowned.
“That’s so unlike you, Morimoto-kun. You aren’t as cheerful as you usually are,” Yabu tilted his head, but taking the menu anyway.
“Dude, I even haven’t met you before,” he frowned again.
“But you always take my order, don’t you? Besides, you always said that customer’s satisfaction is your satisfaction. Being moody or something today?” Yabu looked up again, checking out the name tag, and yes, it said ‘Morimoto’ just like it had always been all this time.
Yabu was kind of confused why Morimoto acted so weirdly that night. He was usually bubbly and cheerful and always able to pull out his best smile. All the idol could do as he tried to think of what to eat was peeking at the waiter in wonder. “I’ll have the seafood pizza. Nine inches. And a coke.”
“There you go, it’s not so hard to tell me exactly what you want, isn’t it?” the waiter smirk. “And by the way. I think it’s the other Morimoto that you are talking about. You know, as in my brother. Geez, we don’t even look alike,” he wrote down Yabu’s order and left.
Yabu was left dumbfounded. Brother?
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The next time Yabu went to the café, he made sure that he got the right Morimoto to order to before the grumpy Morimoto would come to him in his super bad mood. He didn’t want his tiring day to get even more depressed with that Morimoto’s weird personality.
“So that’s your brother? Never saw him around before. And gosh, he looks just like you. With a much scarier aura in him, no offense though,” Yabu leaned over the eat-in bar of his usual vintage café as he swayed his fork.
“Hahaha. I hate to admit it, but yeah we look alike. He’s in denial though,” Morimoto, the one that Yabu knew well all this time, chuckled. “He hates working in this family café since long ago. But he said he kind of needed the money to enter some sort of dance competition,” Morimoto added.
“Oh~. He dances?” asked Yabu.
“Apparently he’s really good at it. Dad was totally against it at first and threatened him that he wouldn’t pay his college fee or something, but since he makes decent living from dancing, so it doesn’t really bother him. But yeah, at the end my dad still pays for his college, but no allowance at all.”
“Interesting,” Yabu nodded.
“Maybe he can work as Hey!Say!BEST’s back dancer and wear fluffy costumes!” Morimoto exclaimed suddenly.
Yabu nearly chocked at it. True, that BEST sang with fluffy and colourful costumes plus back dancers behind, but to actually thinking about it outside working time was kind of embarrassing. “I doubt he would want to wear those costumes. I find them creepy most of the time my self,” he replied, half laughing.
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“So basically we have to work at this dancing project for the next three months. Each one of us will be mentoring 3 dancers this week. The judges will eliminate one dancer every week, and they will shuffle the mentoring list for next week at the end of the show,” explained Yabu as he passed a document to each of his group member.
BEST was pointed as the mentors for this one popular dancing competition. Everyone seemed to be really excited about it, especially Hikaru and Inoo. For some reason their weird mischievous air had started to float around. To be honest, Yabu felt a little worried thinking of what stupid stuff these two might pull out when they were mentoring.
“Does that mean I won’t get to work with Daiki for the next three months?!” said Takaki in horror, followed by a whack on his head from the latter.
“You still see me outside work, you idiot,” Daiki frowned at him.
“But it will feel different!”
“You freaking live with me! Oh my god!” Daiki whacked Takaki’s head again.
“Apparently your boyfriend is having some problem with not seeing you 24/7, Dai-chan,” Inoo chuckled.
“But..” Takaki protested.
“Okay. Enough?!” Yabu sighed. “You’ll see him at the end of each week on the live show,” he added.
Takaki grinned, somehow looked happy.
“He’s not my boyfriend..” Daiki mumbled.
“Oi!” Takaki protested.
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Yabu had no idea that among those three that he had to mentor that week, a name that was so familiar to him was actually on his list. Morimoto Ryutaro. All Yabu had to figure out was which Morimoto it was. It wouldn’t be the younger on of course, he thought. And the possibility that it would be the grumpy one is high because he danced and all.
His prediction was right. Morimoto was the Morimoto that he thought he would be. They kind of stared at each other at the dance room for a whole minute. There was an awkward smile on Yabu’s face, and when reality caught up with Morimoto, he squeaked.
“The weird dude from the café!!” he exclaimed.
“Erm..” Yabu wasn’t sure what to say.
“Oh my god! The weird dude is Yabu Kota?!?! Ehhhh?!?!” he cried out again in realisation. “Shit, why I never noticed any cool people when I met them myself!” he added in horrid.
“Well, ha.ha.ha.ha.. I’m not exactly that cool either, actually,” he replied.
Morimoto looked at him as he tilted his head. For some weird reason, there was a mischievous smile on his face. “Glad that you remind me of that. Come to thing of it, I don’t really like boybands, my self~,” he chuckled.
For a moment there, Yabu’s impression for him changed from grumpy, to bratty.
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The leader of BEST could just stood at the corner of the dance room with eyes locked at Morimoto. True, that guy was just annoying, grumpy, and such a brat; but he had to admit that he could really dance. It had some sort of free-style hip-hop kind of thing.
The brat (that was how Yabu referred him as after three weeks mentoring him in a row for God knows why - Morimoto could be such a pain in the ass with his sharp tongue sometimes) knew exactly when to give a slight look at the audience, or when to just ignore them and enjoyed the beat to himself. He definitely knew what he was doing.
“So?” he asked when he finished his whole dance.
“That was good. Creative, for sure. But you need to be gentler with your moves. This is a some sort of classic number, you know. And you have partner this time,” Yabu replied him.
“But that wouldn’t be me,” he groaned.
“The entire point of this competition is to be able show that you can dance anything,” he replied calmly.
Morimoto just pouted as he mumbled some weird inaudible sentence. Yabu could only sigh at it and decided that the only way to get Morimoto to the right feeling of the song was probably by showing him how to be gentle with his steps.
The older guy walked over to Morimoto’s partner, gently placed a palm on her waist as he got behind her. “You have to guide her, being her frame, and show her off to the rest of the world,” he explained, moving slowly in a timid rhythm.
It wasn’t unnoticeable that the girl was kind of blushing at the way Yabu danced with her. It was graceful. Yabu held her hand gently, and yet firm enough to keep her in the right distance. His palm always knew when to slowly push her to the right position gently by placing itself on her back without people able to notice that it was a mistake.
“Got it?” Yabu asked when he was done.
Morimoto didn’t say anything but walked pass Yabu and continued practicing.
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“Yes?” Yabu mumbled to his ringing phone. He wondered who would call him in the middle of the night like that. He was very tired from the live show just now. Really tired, especially because he had to make sure that Takaki didn’t touch Daiki in any impropriate manner and that Hikaru and Inoo wouldn’t play prank on anyone live on TV.
“Shin, pick me up now.. I’m well.. drunk.. just get the fuck here..” said the other line.
“Ha?” Yabu sat up on his bed. He checked the caller ID and surprisingly the caller was Morimoto. “Where are you now?” he asked.
“Rock-Wall..” Morimoto replied.
“Gosh. Be thankful that it’s just near by,” Yabu sighed, hanging up the call and quickly changed to pick Morimoto up.
The live show just then was the one where Morimoto got eliminated. It was the top four, and the competition was really intense indeed. He knew that it would be frustrating for Morimoto not to get into the top three because more chance in the industry was given to those who managed to reach top three.
“What the hell are you thinking, Morimoto?” Yabu rushed over to the almost empty bar where Morimoto was almost passing out on his seat.
“What the heck are you doing here?” he replied, clearly drunk.
“Well, you called me to pick you up,” he frowned.
“No.. why would I? Emm.. oh.. yeah.. I called.. but not you. I called Shintaro..” he replied.
Yabu just sighed, now fully understood why Morimoto called him with Shin earlier on. “Well, apparently, you called me instead. Geez. Look at you,” he complained.
It took Yabu a real effort to drag Morimoto all the way to his car. It was as if he had to carry a super big twenty years old baby. Morimoto complained a lot if Yabu accidentally knocked him over something in the process, and Yabu could only groaned because he believed that Morimoto should be grateful enough that at least Yabu was still willingly to get him back, at least back to Yabu’s place.
“Here, water,” the host shoved Ryutaro (who looked like he was collapsing in Yabu’s couch) a glass of warm water.
“Thanks..” he mumbled.
“So, what the heck were you thinking getting drunk like that?”
“I just lost okay.. give me a break..” Morimoto threw Yabu an awfully nasty look.
“Suit yourself,” said Yabu at the end, wasn’t in the mood to argue.
“You know..”
“What?”
“Although I don’t like boybands, I’ve always thought of your voice as sexy..” he mumbled, sinking himself in Yabu’s couch.
The latter coughed in surprised. Yabu turned his head to Morimoto. The younger guy didn’t look as if he was just saying anything wrong. He was just staring at Yabu lazily, with face still looked dizzy from the alcohol. “What?” he glared at the end.
“You just said that my voice is sexy. It’s normal for me to feel shocked,” Yabu rolled his eyes.
“So? Not my problem,” he replied. “Besides..” Morimoto lazily crawled to Yabu and forcefully rested his upper torso against the older guy. “You smell nice too..”
“Geez. You are drunk..” Yabu complained, but not shoving Morimoto away.
Morimoto just laughed, not denying the fact that he was drunk. It was funny how it made Yabu laughed in return too. Not sarcastically, but somehow amused. After knowing him for almost three months, and working as his mentor occasionally, Yabu had come to the point where he accepted the fact that being sarcastic, grumpy, and bratty was just the way Morimoto was. He wasn’t such a bad kid after all.
“So.. do you fuck guys?” Morimoto asked.
“Ha?” Yabu chocked.
“Because if you do…” Morimoto crawled to Yabu’s lap with his poor balance control due to the alcohol, and pinned the other guy in between his knees. “And since I’m drunk…” he mumbled lazily again before leaning forward, letting his breath danced with Yabu’s. “… then maybe we should make a good use of it..” he grinned as he pressed his lips against Yabu’s.
It took Yabu a whole minute to understand what happened. It took him even longer to realise that Morimoto was shoving his tongue in. The kiss tasted like alcohol, and a lot more like lust. Logically speaking, Yabu should actually push Morimoto away, but technically speaking, Morimoto was eliminated on the top 4 live show and they had no contract bounded on them anymore.
A sleezy chuckled escaped Morimoto’s mouth when Yabu finally returned his kiss. It was as if he was mocking Yabu, he pulled away when the older guy was trying to take the lead, and stood up instead. “So you do fuck guys~..” he smirked, still pretty much looked hazed from his drunkenness.
Yabu flicked his tongue, both annoyed at Morimoto for mocking and for pulling away from the kiss. Although he tasted like alcohol and all, Yabu had to admit that Morimoto was a good kisser. At least for someone who was drunk, he was good.
Walking in a really failed straight line, Morimoto somehow found his way to Yabu’s room. His hand was unzipping his parka as he did that and he threw them to the floor recklessly before pulling out his t-shirt, showing Yabu his firm yet slender body figure. “Top or bottom, I’m cool either way. But I guess Mr. Superstar wouldn’t let me get to his ass, so I guess being fucked might be what I’m getting tonight,” he laughed lightly as he open Yabu’s room door.
Yabu just groaned when he found his body answering Morimoto’s little bed call by walking after the younger guy.
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Shit, he was good, was all that Yabu could think of at the moment. The way other guy grinding his hips against Yabu’s was definitely alluring. Even the layer of jeans in between their skin didn’t seem like such a big deal that the groin was doing a good job at making him aroused. The kiss, damn the kiss. The younger guy definitely knew how to kiss him well. And it was funny how Morimoto, no Ryutaro, made Yabu call him with his name because he didn’t want Yabu to think of his brother while fucking him. Yabu knew Shitaro before he knew Ryutaro after all.
Yabu’s eyes widened up when Ryutaro flipped their position over. There was a little smirk in Ryutaro’s hazy but he somehow half sober face. Trailing his hand teasingly on Yabu skinny figure, Ryutaro quickly undid the latter’s jeans. Yabu gasped when he felt his aroused length was exposed to the open air.
His fingers reached out a lock of Ryutaro’s black dump hair at the feel of a long torturing lick on his manhood. With his breathing became irregular, Yabu closed his eyes as he licked his lips, enjoying the wetness and warmth Ryutaro’s mouth was giving him. How could he let someone who was five years younger than him do this to him? Yabu hated that one little taught kept on popping out in his head.
Ryutaro likes it raw, and that surprised Yabu. No lube, no preparation, nothing. He was whimpering in pain but there was some sort of smile on his face on every thrust Yabu gave him. “Harder..” he kept on saying. He said it over and over again that it started to sound like an order than a beg to Yabu, and he was having a hard time ignoring the command.
“Faster.. don’t you dare slowly down,” cried Ryutaro as he bit his lip with fingers curling to the bed sheet tightly. “Ravage me, Yabu.. ugh shit.. hurt me.. more..” he pleaded with his drowsy eyes.
Yabu shut him up by forcing him a kiss. Ryutaro needed to stop encouraging him even more because he had never fucked anyone that hard before. And he swore that Ryutaro was bleeding, but refused to say anything. “I’m hurting you enough.. so shut up..” he whispered huskily.
“God.. I love your voice..”
“That’s not my point,” Yabu rolled his eyes as he thrusted in hard.
“Agh.. yeah.. just like that..” Ryutaro smirk faintly, loving the pain.
“Stop liking it or I swear you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Yabu complained again.
“Second choice sounds better~..” he chuckled, with a little whimper in between his words.
“Are you a masochist?!” Yabu stopped as he stared at the person underneath him.
“No. Okay, a little. Since I’m a bit emo from my lost on the show right now,” he replied, unamused. “Come on. Just fuck me already. Finish me off,” he grunted.
Yabu didn’t have to be told twice. He had to admit that behind all those layers of clothes, Ryutaro was hot like hell. And the way he looked pleasurably vulnerable in bed was enough to make Yabu wanting to take the younger guy down with all his might.
Suddenly, he felt the walls of Ryutaro’s entrance gripping his dick tightly. Ryutaro’s eyes were half closed and his mouth was gasping for air. His hands were clinging to Yabu’s bed sheet as hard as possible as Yabu could hear his own name escaping from Ryutaro’s mouth as the latter cummed beautifully.
His body was shaking, and his cum sprouted all over his stomach. Yabu couldn’t believe his own eyes, that Ryutaro looked, shit, so hot cumming helplessly like that. Just about months ago, Yabu swore he wanted to throw slippers at that bratty face.
“Why are you stopping?” asked Ryutaro, panting heavily.
“You just came,” he replied.
“So? You haven’t. I don’t see the reason why you need to stop,” Ryutaro frowned as he pulled Yabu’s face down, kissing him. “I’m your drunk fuck doll for tonight,” he teased.
Yabu cursed, but continuing anyway.
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When Takaki and Daiki banged his apartment’s door hard the next morning (mostly Takaki, Yabu assumed), the leader of the band had to trip his way out while trying to put his boxer on.
“You better have a good explanation for this,” he groaned as he opened the door.
“Nothing. It’s just that I need to drop my freaking crazy housemate to your place because he doesn’t want to be alone at home and insists that I shall not go to work. With this, he has no excuse of being lonely,” explained Daiki as he forcefully pushed Takaki inside.
“I’m not just your housemate. I’m your boyfriend!!” Takaki complained.
“It’s the same thing,” Daiki replied coldly as he quickly closed Yabu’s front door. “Bye!!!” he shouted from outside.
“Your boyfriend just dumped you,” Yabu laughed.
“He did not!! He just has some issue today,” Takaki pouted. “I’m going back to sleep,” he added, making his way to Yabu’s room.
Yabu was really bad with mornings that he only remembered that he shouldn’t have let Takaki entered his room at all when he heard the other guy screaming in high pitch voice. Yeah, he forgot that Ryutaro was still in his room.
“There’s something touching me all over on your bed!!!” Takaki cried out loud with finger pointing out to the bulk on the bed.
“Tsk,” Ryutaro flicked his tongue as he tried to shove away the blanket that was wrapped around him.
“Ehm.. it’s a human being, Takaki.”
“What the heck is that idiot doing here? I thought we can have some morning sex or something,” he grunted.
“MORIMOTO?!?!?!” Takaki exclaimed when he noticed who it was. Ryutaro was definitely the one that Takaki hated to mentor when the younger guy was still in the show. He was just stubborn and never listened to him.
Takaki blinked at somewhat naked Ryutaro at the bed, and turned his head to Yabu who was wearing a boxer, and then back to Ryutaro. “Oh.My.God.” he covered his mouth with his hands and gave Yabu the most shocked expression ever.
“Don’t judge me,” Yabu sighed.
“Don’t judge you?! You! You slept with an underage kid!!”
“I’m twenty!” protested Ryutaro.
“You look seventeen to me!” Takaki stuck out his tongue to Ryutaro.
Ryutaro decided that it wasn’t worth it to argue with someone as childish as Takaki. He stood up and grabbed his pants and boxer from the floor before then putting them on. He looked around, trying to find the rest of his clothes, but failed not only because he couldn’t find them anywhere, but also because the hung over started to struck to him.
“Shirt and parka are outside. You opened it before you entered the room, remember?” said Yabu.
“Right..” Ryutaro remembered.
When Ryutaro was fully dressed, he told Yabu that he can call him anytime if he need someone to fuck because apparently Ryutaro loved what he had last night. Yabu could just roll his eyes at the invitation, but didn’t reject the offer either. While Takaki on the other hand decided to email Daiki, telling him that he was grateful that he fell in love with Daiki and not some pedophile like Yabu. Of course, Daiki didn’t even bother to reply.
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Wuiihhh!! That was a total challenge!! Hahaha. Because as the matter of fact, I don't write/read HS7!pron. But since it's for daichanlove's birthday, I thought I might just give it a try. I hope I didn't fail badly on this. And once again happy birthday, daichanlove!!!! I hope you like it!!
And I hope you like it too!! Comments and CRITIQUES are needed. :)
Author: keeconk
Characters: YabuTaro
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,691
Disclaimer: not mine.. yet..
Summary: A twenty five years old Yabu Kota encountered a twenty years old Morimoto Ryutaro in a cafe that he usually visited. The idol never expected to encounter him again at work.
A.N.: It's unbeta'ed. And it's for daichanlove's birthday present!! Hope you like it!! Yes, I managed to write a YabuTaro smut!!! It still creeps me out though, XP.
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It was just like yesterday, the day before yesterday, and those days in the past. Yabu would just sit there, in the vintage looking café, with eyes staring outside the window. Work had been hard on him, being a singer and an actor in the same time literally made him lost some weight, which he thought wasn’t even possible to begin with (he was aware that he was already too skinny for the start). He shouldn’t complain, he thought. The rest of Hey!Say!BEST were definitely as tired as him. And as the leader, he had no right to show them how much everything wore him out.
“Yo~. Any order?”
Yabu looked up. He was a regular in that café, and he could literally remember almost everyone that worked there. Kind of freaky to think about it really, but he couldn’t help it. He just spent most of his free time there and it came naturally to him to remember every one of them.
“The usual,” he replied, with a smile.
The waiter didn’t look amused for some reason. Instead of writing down Yabu’s order, he went to the cashier and grabbed the menu before then passing it up to Yabu. “How the hell am I supposed to know your usual order?! Here. The menu. Now tell me what you want,” he frowned.
“That’s so unlike you, Morimoto-kun. You aren’t as cheerful as you usually are,” Yabu tilted his head, but taking the menu anyway.
“Dude, I even haven’t met you before,” he frowned again.
“But you always take my order, don’t you? Besides, you always said that customer’s satisfaction is your satisfaction. Being moody or something today?” Yabu looked up again, checking out the name tag, and yes, it said ‘Morimoto’ just like it had always been all this time.
Yabu was kind of confused why Morimoto acted so weirdly that night. He was usually bubbly and cheerful and always able to pull out his best smile. All the idol could do as he tried to think of what to eat was peeking at the waiter in wonder. “I’ll have the seafood pizza. Nine inches. And a coke.”
“There you go, it’s not so hard to tell me exactly what you want, isn’t it?” the waiter smirk. “And by the way. I think it’s the other Morimoto that you are talking about. You know, as in my brother. Geez, we don’t even look alike,” he wrote down Yabu’s order and left.
Yabu was left dumbfounded. Brother?
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The next time Yabu went to the café, he made sure that he got the right Morimoto to order to before the grumpy Morimoto would come to him in his super bad mood. He didn’t want his tiring day to get even more depressed with that Morimoto’s weird personality.
“So that’s your brother? Never saw him around before. And gosh, he looks just like you. With a much scarier aura in him, no offense though,” Yabu leaned over the eat-in bar of his usual vintage café as he swayed his fork.
“Hahaha. I hate to admit it, but yeah we look alike. He’s in denial though,” Morimoto, the one that Yabu knew well all this time, chuckled. “He hates working in this family café since long ago. But he said he kind of needed the money to enter some sort of dance competition,” Morimoto added.
“Oh~. He dances?” asked Yabu.
“Apparently he’s really good at it. Dad was totally against it at first and threatened him that he wouldn’t pay his college fee or something, but since he makes decent living from dancing, so it doesn’t really bother him. But yeah, at the end my dad still pays for his college, but no allowance at all.”
“Interesting,” Yabu nodded.
“Maybe he can work as Hey!Say!BEST’s back dancer and wear fluffy costumes!” Morimoto exclaimed suddenly.
Yabu nearly chocked at it. True, that BEST sang with fluffy and colourful costumes plus back dancers behind, but to actually thinking about it outside working time was kind of embarrassing. “I doubt he would want to wear those costumes. I find them creepy most of the time my self,” he replied, half laughing.
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“So basically we have to work at this dancing project for the next three months. Each one of us will be mentoring 3 dancers this week. The judges will eliminate one dancer every week, and they will shuffle the mentoring list for next week at the end of the show,” explained Yabu as he passed a document to each of his group member.
BEST was pointed as the mentors for this one popular dancing competition. Everyone seemed to be really excited about it, especially Hikaru and Inoo. For some reason their weird mischievous air had started to float around. To be honest, Yabu felt a little worried thinking of what stupid stuff these two might pull out when they were mentoring.
“Does that mean I won’t get to work with Daiki for the next three months?!” said Takaki in horror, followed by a whack on his head from the latter.
“You still see me outside work, you idiot,” Daiki frowned at him.
“But it will feel different!”
“You freaking live with me! Oh my god!” Daiki whacked Takaki’s head again.
“Apparently your boyfriend is having some problem with not seeing you 24/7, Dai-chan,” Inoo chuckled.
“But..” Takaki protested.
“Okay. Enough?!” Yabu sighed. “You’ll see him at the end of each week on the live show,” he added.
Takaki grinned, somehow looked happy.
“He’s not my boyfriend..” Daiki mumbled.
“Oi!” Takaki protested.
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Yabu had no idea that among those three that he had to mentor that week, a name that was so familiar to him was actually on his list. Morimoto Ryutaro. All Yabu had to figure out was which Morimoto it was. It wouldn’t be the younger on of course, he thought. And the possibility that it would be the grumpy one is high because he danced and all.
His prediction was right. Morimoto was the Morimoto that he thought he would be. They kind of stared at each other at the dance room for a whole minute. There was an awkward smile on Yabu’s face, and when reality caught up with Morimoto, he squeaked.
“The weird dude from the café!!” he exclaimed.
“Erm..” Yabu wasn’t sure what to say.
“Oh my god! The weird dude is Yabu Kota?!?! Ehhhh?!?!” he cried out again in realisation. “Shit, why I never noticed any cool people when I met them myself!” he added in horrid.
“Well, ha.ha.ha.ha.. I’m not exactly that cool either, actually,” he replied.
Morimoto looked at him as he tilted his head. For some weird reason, there was a mischievous smile on his face. “Glad that you remind me of that. Come to thing of it, I don’t really like boybands, my self~,” he chuckled.
For a moment there, Yabu’s impression for him changed from grumpy, to bratty.
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The leader of BEST could just stood at the corner of the dance room with eyes locked at Morimoto. True, that guy was just annoying, grumpy, and such a brat; but he had to admit that he could really dance. It had some sort of free-style hip-hop kind of thing.
The brat (that was how Yabu referred him as after three weeks mentoring him in a row for God knows why - Morimoto could be such a pain in the ass with his sharp tongue sometimes) knew exactly when to give a slight look at the audience, or when to just ignore them and enjoyed the beat to himself. He definitely knew what he was doing.
“So?” he asked when he finished his whole dance.
“That was good. Creative, for sure. But you need to be gentler with your moves. This is a some sort of classic number, you know. And you have partner this time,” Yabu replied him.
“But that wouldn’t be me,” he groaned.
“The entire point of this competition is to be able show that you can dance anything,” he replied calmly.
Morimoto just pouted as he mumbled some weird inaudible sentence. Yabu could only sigh at it and decided that the only way to get Morimoto to the right feeling of the song was probably by showing him how to be gentle with his steps.
The older guy walked over to Morimoto’s partner, gently placed a palm on her waist as he got behind her. “You have to guide her, being her frame, and show her off to the rest of the world,” he explained, moving slowly in a timid rhythm.
It wasn’t unnoticeable that the girl was kind of blushing at the way Yabu danced with her. It was graceful. Yabu held her hand gently, and yet firm enough to keep her in the right distance. His palm always knew when to slowly push her to the right position gently by placing itself on her back without people able to notice that it was a mistake.
“Got it?” Yabu asked when he was done.
Morimoto didn’t say anything but walked pass Yabu and continued practicing.
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“Yes?” Yabu mumbled to his ringing phone. He wondered who would call him in the middle of the night like that. He was very tired from the live show just now. Really tired, especially because he had to make sure that Takaki didn’t touch Daiki in any impropriate manner and that Hikaru and Inoo wouldn’t play prank on anyone live on TV.
“Shin, pick me up now.. I’m well.. drunk.. just get the fuck here..” said the other line.
“Ha?” Yabu sat up on his bed. He checked the caller ID and surprisingly the caller was Morimoto. “Where are you now?” he asked.
“Rock-Wall..” Morimoto replied.
“Gosh. Be thankful that it’s just near by,” Yabu sighed, hanging up the call and quickly changed to pick Morimoto up.
The live show just then was the one where Morimoto got eliminated. It was the top four, and the competition was really intense indeed. He knew that it would be frustrating for Morimoto not to get into the top three because more chance in the industry was given to those who managed to reach top three.
“What the hell are you thinking, Morimoto?” Yabu rushed over to the almost empty bar where Morimoto was almost passing out on his seat.
“What the heck are you doing here?” he replied, clearly drunk.
“Well, you called me to pick you up,” he frowned.
“No.. why would I? Emm.. oh.. yeah.. I called.. but not you. I called Shintaro..” he replied.
Yabu just sighed, now fully understood why Morimoto called him with Shin earlier on. “Well, apparently, you called me instead. Geez. Look at you,” he complained.
It took Yabu a real effort to drag Morimoto all the way to his car. It was as if he had to carry a super big twenty years old baby. Morimoto complained a lot if Yabu accidentally knocked him over something in the process, and Yabu could only groaned because he believed that Morimoto should be grateful enough that at least Yabu was still willingly to get him back, at least back to Yabu’s place.
“Here, water,” the host shoved Ryutaro (who looked like he was collapsing in Yabu’s couch) a glass of warm water.
“Thanks..” he mumbled.
“So, what the heck were you thinking getting drunk like that?”
“I just lost okay.. give me a break..” Morimoto threw Yabu an awfully nasty look.
“Suit yourself,” said Yabu at the end, wasn’t in the mood to argue.
“You know..”
“What?”
“Although I don’t like boybands, I’ve always thought of your voice as sexy..” he mumbled, sinking himself in Yabu’s couch.
The latter coughed in surprised. Yabu turned his head to Morimoto. The younger guy didn’t look as if he was just saying anything wrong. He was just staring at Yabu lazily, with face still looked dizzy from the alcohol. “What?” he glared at the end.
“You just said that my voice is sexy. It’s normal for me to feel shocked,” Yabu rolled his eyes.
“So? Not my problem,” he replied. “Besides..” Morimoto lazily crawled to Yabu and forcefully rested his upper torso against the older guy. “You smell nice too..”
“Geez. You are drunk..” Yabu complained, but not shoving Morimoto away.
Morimoto just laughed, not denying the fact that he was drunk. It was funny how it made Yabu laughed in return too. Not sarcastically, but somehow amused. After knowing him for almost three months, and working as his mentor occasionally, Yabu had come to the point where he accepted the fact that being sarcastic, grumpy, and bratty was just the way Morimoto was. He wasn’t such a bad kid after all.
“So.. do you fuck guys?” Morimoto asked.
“Ha?” Yabu chocked.
“Because if you do…” Morimoto crawled to Yabu’s lap with his poor balance control due to the alcohol, and pinned the other guy in between his knees. “And since I’m drunk…” he mumbled lazily again before leaning forward, letting his breath danced with Yabu’s. “… then maybe we should make a good use of it..” he grinned as he pressed his lips against Yabu’s.
It took Yabu a whole minute to understand what happened. It took him even longer to realise that Morimoto was shoving his tongue in. The kiss tasted like alcohol, and a lot more like lust. Logically speaking, Yabu should actually push Morimoto away, but technically speaking, Morimoto was eliminated on the top 4 live show and they had no contract bounded on them anymore.
A sleezy chuckled escaped Morimoto’s mouth when Yabu finally returned his kiss. It was as if he was mocking Yabu, he pulled away when the older guy was trying to take the lead, and stood up instead. “So you do fuck guys~..” he smirked, still pretty much looked hazed from his drunkenness.
Yabu flicked his tongue, both annoyed at Morimoto for mocking and for pulling away from the kiss. Although he tasted like alcohol and all, Yabu had to admit that Morimoto was a good kisser. At least for someone who was drunk, he was good.
Walking in a really failed straight line, Morimoto somehow found his way to Yabu’s room. His hand was unzipping his parka as he did that and he threw them to the floor recklessly before pulling out his t-shirt, showing Yabu his firm yet slender body figure. “Top or bottom, I’m cool either way. But I guess Mr. Superstar wouldn’t let me get to his ass, so I guess being fucked might be what I’m getting tonight,” he laughed lightly as he open Yabu’s room door.
Yabu just groaned when he found his body answering Morimoto’s little bed call by walking after the younger guy.
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Shit, he was good, was all that Yabu could think of at the moment. The way other guy grinding his hips against Yabu’s was definitely alluring. Even the layer of jeans in between their skin didn’t seem like such a big deal that the groin was doing a good job at making him aroused. The kiss, damn the kiss. The younger guy definitely knew how to kiss him well. And it was funny how Morimoto, no Ryutaro, made Yabu call him with his name because he didn’t want Yabu to think of his brother while fucking him. Yabu knew Shitaro before he knew Ryutaro after all.
Yabu’s eyes widened up when Ryutaro flipped their position over. There was a little smirk in Ryutaro’s hazy but he somehow half sober face. Trailing his hand teasingly on Yabu skinny figure, Ryutaro quickly undid the latter’s jeans. Yabu gasped when he felt his aroused length was exposed to the open air.
His fingers reached out a lock of Ryutaro’s black dump hair at the feel of a long torturing lick on his manhood. With his breathing became irregular, Yabu closed his eyes as he licked his lips, enjoying the wetness and warmth Ryutaro’s mouth was giving him. How could he let someone who was five years younger than him do this to him? Yabu hated that one little taught kept on popping out in his head.
Ryutaro likes it raw, and that surprised Yabu. No lube, no preparation, nothing. He was whimpering in pain but there was some sort of smile on his face on every thrust Yabu gave him. “Harder..” he kept on saying. He said it over and over again that it started to sound like an order than a beg to Yabu, and he was having a hard time ignoring the command.
“Faster.. don’t you dare slowly down,” cried Ryutaro as he bit his lip with fingers curling to the bed sheet tightly. “Ravage me, Yabu.. ugh shit.. hurt me.. more..” he pleaded with his drowsy eyes.
Yabu shut him up by forcing him a kiss. Ryutaro needed to stop encouraging him even more because he had never fucked anyone that hard before. And he swore that Ryutaro was bleeding, but refused to say anything. “I’m hurting you enough.. so shut up..” he whispered huskily.
“God.. I love your voice..”
“That’s not my point,” Yabu rolled his eyes as he thrusted in hard.
“Agh.. yeah.. just like that..” Ryutaro smirk faintly, loving the pain.
“Stop liking it or I swear you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow,” Yabu complained again.
“Second choice sounds better~..” he chuckled, with a little whimper in between his words.
“Are you a masochist?!” Yabu stopped as he stared at the person underneath him.
“No. Okay, a little. Since I’m a bit emo from my lost on the show right now,” he replied, unamused. “Come on. Just fuck me already. Finish me off,” he grunted.
Yabu didn’t have to be told twice. He had to admit that behind all those layers of clothes, Ryutaro was hot like hell. And the way he looked pleasurably vulnerable in bed was enough to make Yabu wanting to take the younger guy down with all his might.
Suddenly, he felt the walls of Ryutaro’s entrance gripping his dick tightly. Ryutaro’s eyes were half closed and his mouth was gasping for air. His hands were clinging to Yabu’s bed sheet as hard as possible as Yabu could hear his own name escaping from Ryutaro’s mouth as the latter cummed beautifully.
His body was shaking, and his cum sprouted all over his stomach. Yabu couldn’t believe his own eyes, that Ryutaro looked, shit, so hot cumming helplessly like that. Just about months ago, Yabu swore he wanted to throw slippers at that bratty face.
“Why are you stopping?” asked Ryutaro, panting heavily.
“You just came,” he replied.
“So? You haven’t. I don’t see the reason why you need to stop,” Ryutaro frowned as he pulled Yabu’s face down, kissing him. “I’m your drunk fuck doll for tonight,” he teased.
Yabu cursed, but continuing anyway.
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When Takaki and Daiki banged his apartment’s door hard the next morning (mostly Takaki, Yabu assumed), the leader of the band had to trip his way out while trying to put his boxer on.
“You better have a good explanation for this,” he groaned as he opened the door.
“Nothing. It’s just that I need to drop my freaking crazy housemate to your place because he doesn’t want to be alone at home and insists that I shall not go to work. With this, he has no excuse of being lonely,” explained Daiki as he forcefully pushed Takaki inside.
“I’m not just your housemate. I’m your boyfriend!!” Takaki complained.
“It’s the same thing,” Daiki replied coldly as he quickly closed Yabu’s front door. “Bye!!!” he shouted from outside.
“Your boyfriend just dumped you,” Yabu laughed.
“He did not!! He just has some issue today,” Takaki pouted. “I’m going back to sleep,” he added, making his way to Yabu’s room.
Yabu was really bad with mornings that he only remembered that he shouldn’t have let Takaki entered his room at all when he heard the other guy screaming in high pitch voice. Yeah, he forgot that Ryutaro was still in his room.
“There’s something touching me all over on your bed!!!” Takaki cried out loud with finger pointing out to the bulk on the bed.
“Tsk,” Ryutaro flicked his tongue as he tried to shove away the blanket that was wrapped around him.
“Ehm.. it’s a human being, Takaki.”
“What the heck is that idiot doing here? I thought we can have some morning sex or something,” he grunted.
“MORIMOTO?!?!?!” Takaki exclaimed when he noticed who it was. Ryutaro was definitely the one that Takaki hated to mentor when the younger guy was still in the show. He was just stubborn and never listened to him.
Takaki blinked at somewhat naked Ryutaro at the bed, and turned his head to Yabu who was wearing a boxer, and then back to Ryutaro. “Oh.My.God.” he covered his mouth with his hands and gave Yabu the most shocked expression ever.
“Don’t judge me,” Yabu sighed.
“Don’t judge you?! You! You slept with an underage kid!!”
“I’m twenty!” protested Ryutaro.
“You look seventeen to me!” Takaki stuck out his tongue to Ryutaro.
Ryutaro decided that it wasn’t worth it to argue with someone as childish as Takaki. He stood up and grabbed his pants and boxer from the floor before then putting them on. He looked around, trying to find the rest of his clothes, but failed not only because he couldn’t find them anywhere, but also because the hung over started to struck to him.
“Shirt and parka are outside. You opened it before you entered the room, remember?” said Yabu.
“Right..” Ryutaro remembered.
When Ryutaro was fully dressed, he told Yabu that he can call him anytime if he need someone to fuck because apparently Ryutaro loved what he had last night. Yabu could just roll his eyes at the invitation, but didn’t reject the offer either. While Takaki on the other hand decided to email Daiki, telling him that he was grateful that he fell in love with Daiki and not some pedophile like Yabu. Of course, Daiki didn’t even bother to reply.
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Wuiihhh!! That was a total challenge!! Hahaha. Because as the matter of fact, I don't write/read HS7!pron. But since it's for daichanlove's birthday, I thought I might just give it a try. I hope I didn't fail badly on this. And once again happy birthday, daichanlove!!!! I hope you like it!!
And I hope you like it too!! Comments and CRITIQUES are needed. :)